Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.